The Chickasaw messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1880-1900, 1887-08-25


the outlines of the hearse, deeper
and deeper sinks despair IT, the
mothers breast. and with a des-
pairing moan she drop, upon her
knees ana asks Him who Is com
iortcr OF all such troubles 10 drop
into her wounded heart, balm that
will heal
Viola knccls beside her and pill
lows her head upon ner breast and
their tears mingle together. Aud
when the poor womas losses upon
her bed for hours afterwards she
lowered near, speaking kind words
and by her soft earessing touch
making the burden seem lighter.
Never for moment does She leave
her side and never does She cease
to apply cool cloths To her burning
temples. After awhile she has
the satisfaction of seeing her pa
hent sipk into a gentle sIumbcr.
Nature win at last assert itself and
the strain upon her nervous Sys-
ten has been very great
Viola continues to stroke the
beating temples as the moments
drag themselves slowly by and
when the sound OF carriage wheels
tall upon her ears, returning from
thcir sad mission, She shudders
lest her companion should wake.
soon she hears steps upon the
stairs that She recognizes as Fred
Sinsletoh's Slowly he approach
es the door and hesitatcs a moment
before tapping softly upon it. In
low voice she bids him to enter,
SIS be does So she rises and goes
over 20 % window and stands look
ing down upon the street below.
lie knccls beside the bed and press
os passionate kisses upon hi, wife's
pale lips and upon her delicate
checks hi, tears fall.
Viola stands motionlcs, aud.with
her eyes fixed upon tine ground,
her face first white as death then
flushed 20 the edge of her golden
hair
Miss Claxton," he says rising
from his knees, and wiping away
the bitter tears, Il have come tC
relieve you While she sleeps
can keep watch Pray go and g
'al.ttic rest and fresh air, You mus
need rest, when she wakes l viii
send for YOU
Yes. she surely was very tired
and ON, how her head ached, 81
yielding to his suggestion she steal
noisclcssiy from the room.
A sudden desire % visit th,
iraring-room where So short
time ago. the little creature VIII,
had woven such tender chord
around her lonely heart had lain
in bis beautiful death sleep, seize
herand with soften tread she seek
the room and enters.
There the presence Of death still
fingers. The scent of tuberose
= and iassamiuo fills the air. A hal
witherol white bud mark, the spo
whore the little caskct once stood
Picking it up She presses it f
her lips and murmurs, "you are
sitting emblem Of the little bu
who like you ha, withcred in hi
innocence. Oh, that some shoul
3 mourn ovor that for which other
b have uraved."
Had not her heart almost crave
, the presence OF this same monster
who So lately has wrought woe {
the bleeding hearts above herr
How much better is burrie
trouble than one that liycs2 Woul
E She shuddor to know that soon n,
b head would be pillowcd in etern,
Z sloep2 But for one reason fl woul
8 seem a welcome rest, but-ah no
b there isyet "A mission to fulfill.
j. A footsteF sounds in the hail., j
e a vague far off way she hears
Z yet is scarcely conscious of SO j
G ing and stands, still holding ii
bud caressingIy against hen chee.
S Why should she mourn for Ere
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